Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

"Choice, past and future - which one will you choose?"

When the angel in front of him said this, his expression was looking down from above.

Until this time, this angel with a cute smile like the boy next door gave people the real feeling of "she really is an angel".

"..." Vincent didn't answer, he frowned, his brain was working rapidly.

What the angel said confirmed that Vincent's conjecture was correct. This is indeed an inherited underground labyrinth.

But just like the unexpected handwriting everywhere in this underground labyrinth, Vincent also saw the afterimage of his master in the underground labyrinth for the first time.

Caesarline didn't answer either. As a disciple Vincent devoted himself to teaching, he also knew that it was best not to answer the question from this apparently unknown creature.

"Aren't you going to answer?" The angel didn't care until Vincent and Caesarion replied, and the smile on his face became more and more vile: "Then I'll help you choose."

"What's the point of choosing this?" Vincent stepped back protecting Caesarline. He looked at the angel who had spread his wings, and cold sweat rolled down his face.

"Even if you want to use magic to attack me, it's useless." Angel told Vincent kindly, "I think you can see that the me who is here now is just an afterimage, and magic is useless to me. But you are really interesting, the imprint you carry on your body... Haha, I see, it looks like you will present me with a very interesting scene!"

The angel looked at Vincent carefully, and suddenly passed through the shield Vincent set up in the next second, and appeared directly in front of Vincent, with the tip of his nose almost touching Vincent's.

"Since you have asked, I will tell you." The angel said with a smile: "My father ordered me to leave this underground labyrinth for human beings, and only human beings can discover it. I don't know why my father said so. Likes humans."

The angel shrugged his shoulders, with a helpless look on his face: "But I don't want to make my father sad, so I just keep it. But, humans who don't meet my requirements don't want to get the wealth and knowledge we left behind. The first level of the maze tests strength, the second level tests wisdom, and the third level tests character."

The angel looked at Vincent: "Do you understand now? Even if you are the only one present, I will let you choose."

"Are those really tests?" Caesarline frowned. He squeezed Vincent's hand tightly and pulled Vincent into his arms.

Whether it's Vincent's suitor or an apprentice, he doesn't want to play the role that Vincent protects in such a situation, so what's the point of him becoming stronger?

"Generally speaking, there are very few people who can find the entrance you set up. Especially the entrance on the third floor set on the monster. I can't see your sincerity in wanting to inherit it at all." He was ice blue His pupils looked at the angel without fear.

"——haha." The smile on the angel's face opened, and he covered his face and laughed muffledly: "Hahahahahahahaha——so what if I say yes? Anyway, don't you just pinch your nose to recognize it?" Next? Let’s stop talking nonsense and save time. Past and future, what do you want to choose?”

"It seems that the being who made you build this underground labyrinth still understands your nature." Vincent said calmly, "I'm afraid there is some kind of restriction."

Vincent pondered for a while, and said to Caesarion, "You choose first."

Caesarion pursed his lips. He looked at Vincent, pondered for a while, and said slowly, "I choose the future."

"Then you have passed." The angel snapped his fingers without waiting for Vincent's answer, and the infinite downward trend of Vincent and Caesarline was slowed down, as if they had lost gravity. Instead, the tip floated upwards.

"Okay, stop whining, get it done quickly, it's meaningless to stay in this place for so long! You guys remember to perform to my heart's content!" The angel's wings radiated bright light, flying from those wings Countless golden rays of light were emitted, and the rays of light wrapped Vincent and Caesarion like a materialized piece of cloth.

Vincent felt that his ankles, knees, thighs, waist, and arms were all entangled by the light. The strong light made him subconsciously close his eyes to protect his fragile eyes.

"Because what you said just now caused me bad memories, I'm not happy, so I returned you a big gift, remember to enjoy it~" Vincent heard the angel whispering in his ear, The next moment, Vincent's hand, which was held tightly by Caesarion, suddenly became empty.

"Caesarline?!" Vincent called out Caesarline's name in desperation, but all he got was silence.

Vincent's mind went blank at that moment. He should have come up with a countermeasure, but he seemed to be still in the cloud dream, standing on the quicksand that was constantly collapsing, knowing that he should save himself, but his hands, feet and body did not move. no.

Vincent knew that his state was not right, he closed his teeth with difficulty and bit the tip of his tongue.

The severe pain and the sweet smell of rust made Vincent finally wake up from that trance.

It's like after a deep dive, I finally broke through the long journey and came to the surface of the water, breathing fresh air.

Vincent opened his eyes expressionlessly, and found himself in front of a magnificent palace.

The palace has white roofs and walls, occasionally dotted with gold and red palisades.

It stands to reason that there should be many people busy in such a grand and spacious palace, but Vincent didn't see a single person.

Vincent looked around, but Caesarline was nowhere to be seen, not even that evil angel.

Everything around is extremely silent, as if this is not a resplendent palace, but just a mausoleum.

Standing in front of the palace, Vincent looked extremely small like an ant facing a giant elephant.

"This is the past?" Vincent raised his eyebrows coldly.

This architectural style, which he has never seen before, is probably not a creation of this world.

What the hell was the past and the future that the angel spoke of?

If you want to examine your character, there is no need to do it again.

Vincent gritted his teeth, wondering if the angel did it on purpose?

But it was useless to continue wasting time here. Vincent opened the interspatial ring and took the staff that he hadn't used for a long time in his hand.

This staff has accompanied Vincent through many crises. It is the most suitable partner for him, and it is also a weapon that can exert his terrifying and huge magical power to the limit.

There was a sneer in the corner of Vincent's mouth that he didn't realize: "O Spirit of the Wind, please listen to my plea and turn your favor into my strength!"

This was the first time Vincent had recited the complete spell after he had his own mage tower.

The elemental elves following him kept flying like taking stimulants, providing Vincent with a steady stream of power.

The wind lifted Vincent's hair and robe feet, layer after layer with Vincent at the center.

Vincent stood in the eye of the hurricane. Except where he stood, the rest of the area was ravaged by the hurricane. It swept across the palace like a crumble, and the white tiles, non-stick The walls of dust were raging and destroyed in a mess.

"You are really narrow-minded." When Vincent used magic to destroy the palace so that its original elegance and magnificence could not be seen, the transparent body of the angel appeared in front of Vincent again.

He pursed his lips, looked at the ruined palace, touched his chin, and sighed: "In comparison, your little lover has a better personality, so he just went in."

"Go in?" Vincent frowned, and pointed the tip of the staff at the angel floating in the air: "Where did he go in?"

"Does it need to be said?" Angel laughed and clapped his hands: "Of course it's your past!"

"What did you say?!" Vincent's eyes widened in astonishment when he heard what the angel said.

"How is this possible—and what Caesarline chose was not the past at all!"

"I just asked whether you chose the past or the future, but I didn't say whose it was?" Angel laughed viciously, and he flew around Vincent, adding: "He chose the future, you The choice is the past, so I will show him your past, and show you his future. How about it, it’s very interesting? And I didn’t tell him, in fact, the past he saw can’t be changed at all—ah, I really want to Seeing your little lover knowing that he has done so much, but still unable to change his expression in the past~"

"..." This angel was obviously unwilling, so he made fun of Vincent and Caesarion.

Vincent cast his eyes coldly, the front of the staff has already condensed the light magic, this angel is like a ghost afterimage, maybe the light magic will be useful.

Seeing this, the angel spread his hands: "Seeing that your character is very suitable for my appetite, let me say a few more words-the future you see is calculated by me based on the fate lines of the two of you."

The angel showed a bright smile to Vincent: "If you don't go in again, be careful that your little lover will be lost in your past forever."

"According to what you said, what's the point of choosing the past? The information you get from choosing the future can still be useful." Vincent gritted his teeth and tried his best to restrain the urge to beat up this angel——Wen It has been a long time since Sente had such killing intent.

"It's really useless." The angel nodded in agreement, "This is a trap in itself. If only one person comes to me, and that person chooses the past, thinking that this can change the past, it's nothing to me. I just watched a sideshow. But if I choose the future, then I look forward to it even more!"

The angel grinned and said, "Isn't it super-interesting that the actions you take based on what you see in the future come back to affect the present! Even if I disappear, the influence still exists-what a paradox!"

This angel is a purely happy criminal, and it's useless to talk to him.

Vincent realized this and stopped pestering him any more.

The words of this angel's mouth are unbelievable, the most urgent thing now is to end this trial as soon as possible.

"What's the standard for coming back?" Vincent clenched his staff tightly. He dissipated the magic that was ready to go, and looked up at the angel.

"Your expression is much more satisfying to me than before." The angel stroked his chin, and then replied briskly: "There is no standard, maybe you just go in and come back, maybe you will stay there for a long, long time. Don't look at me , I’m just an afterimage, when you take over this underground labyrinth, my mission will be completed. Who knows what I’m thinking about.” The angel shrugged, “You can see this me as the original being bored , so I want to watch a play."

(Then your body is really boring.)

Although Vincent really wanted to say this, but with an unknown future, Vincent decided not to make any further complications.

Vincent took out some props from the space ring, and after getting ready, he walked towards the ruins of the palace.